Categories > Books > Harry Potter > The Ritual of Control
Chapter 7
Voldemort manages to enslave Harry Potter to three Slytherin girls. Some Gryffindors fight it and join the Slytherins. By saving him from enslavement, they all need to 'rape' Harry.
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There is an alternative story of the 'The Ritual of Control' on this site. The name is 'The Ritual of Control - The Alternative'. That story is more graphic and according some reviewers more realistic.
A/N: Beta reader is Merlani
A/N: This chapter: Gringotts, peace offerings in various forms
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A/N: Last scene from the previous chapter:
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When Harry was eating, he could hear Hermione shifting loudly in her chair.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"We did not finish the cleaning of the house. We did not finish the third floor."
"You continue to clean the third floor tomorrow. Tonight, I want to have Daphne and Lavender in my bed. The rest of you sleep in your own beds."
All noise died down, and it was very quiet around the table. Harry was continuing to eat ... and looked up.
"What?"
Nobody said anything. Hermione and Ginny were looking uncomfortable.
"You really think that your punishment is finished?" Harry asked, looking to the two girls.
They shook their heads and stared at their plates.
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The atmosphere in the kitchen was terrible. All the girls were looking sad and depressed, nobody said anything, and the quietness was heavy. Harry was still eating, but there was no pleasure in his heart.
He also felt very bad; ordering the girls around was dreadful and against his nature. He wanted to have revenge on the girls; he wanted to let them suffer. He wanted to scare them, to humiliate them. But did he really want that?
They scared him, they humiliated him, and they violated him. Why not do the same to them?
On the other side, they were bound to him ... forever. If he would have his revenge, what would he do in ten years time? This depended of course on the fact that he would survive his ordeals.
What about the pain the girls caused him? He still felt terrible about the whole thing. Of all girls in Hogwarts, Hermione would be the last he would expect to hurt him in this way ... she raped him, for Merlin's sake. How could she rape him?
On the other side, she gave him her womanhood in order to save him from a fate beyond imagination. She and Ginny saved him against enslavement from the Slytherin girls and then of course Voldemort.
He thought back about his talk with Pansy. That girl was not a bad girl, but a lonely, desperate girl, abused because of the way she looks, shunned because they thought she was stupid, and because she was a girl.
He did not know Daphne so well. There were only a few times he spoke to her in all the years he was in Hogwarts. The girl was a beauty. She was cunning and bright, and she could control herself very well. She had a good future ahead of her, but that future was now gone. She was bound to him, and if Voldemort would have his way, the girl would be tainted.
Then there was Millicent Bulstrode. He knew that the Bulstrode family was very wealthy and rich. The Bulstrode family was active in mining and had a long history. The pure blood family was also very active in rare books. They owned a lot of bookshops and libraries in the world. He never spoke to the girl. She would always stand aside from Draco Malfoy and her friends, only laughing, but never more active in the taunting of others.
Harry looked up to the girls, who were still strangely quiet and staring at the kitchen table. He saw a pale Lavender Brown, the girl who loved clothing and makeup. The girl he never would have expected to have sadistical treats in her, but that girl had raped him with a lot of pleasure.
Did he want to rape the girls? Did he want to humiliate them? Did he want to do the same as they did with him? Did he want to continue living like this? There would be no end; it would be always like this. He would be the master and they would be his slaves. What a terrible prospect.
"Why did you rape me, Hermione?"
Hermione's tear stricken face looked up to Harry.
"I thought it was the only way to save you, Harry," she said.
"By raping me?" he answered unbelievably.
"There was no other way. The only other option we had was to go to professor Dumbledore and tell him. But he would also be powerless, and there would be nothing what could be done but join the Slytherins," she said with a small voice.
Harry was staring at her, and Hermione felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.
"I don't think so," Harry said.
He looked pensive for a moment.
"Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne had no choice. I suspect that they were chosen by Snape."
He looked to the three Slytherin girls, who were nodding sadly.
"But the three of you had that choice. Lavender wanted to have my money."
He looked to Lavender who nodded sadly as well. She did not meet his eyes, but continued to look fixedly at the table.
"Ginny had always had a crush on me, and the idea of a rape was foreign for her. She wanted to shag the Harry Potter. However, you knew what rape was, Hermione. You were under the pressure of time, but you made that decision anyhow."
Hermione started to cry again. "I know. I should have alarmed professor Dumbledore, and not continued with the scheme to rape you," she wailed.
"Now we all are in the same position and all of us together."
Harry looked at his food on his plate. "I am not hungry anymore. Those punishment ideas ... forget it. I am not good at playing the master-slave game anyhow. I will not release my last command to you girls, because I do not trust you with that. I will never abuse that command if I can help it, unless it is needed."
Harry laughed bitterly.
"Who would have thought that I would own a harem? Who would have thought that I would be bound to six so lovely girls? Who would have thought that I would live in such lovely house? I did my job, damn it. I did not hurt anyone. I did not kill, maim, or hurt anyone. And one grandiose walking joke of a potion master feels that he needed to hurt me? When everything is over, what happens then? Are the bad guys going to be punished?
I tell you ... they will. Is the victim safe and well? No, he is punished as well! In addition, here I am sitting between six so lovely and innocent girls, in a nice and beautiful house. Life is so full of shit."
Harry's magic was whirling around him, and his eyes were enflamed. "I've had enough of it," he screamed. He stood up suddenly; he moved his hands up into the sky.
"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrr"
Wave after wave of his magic started to stream out of him. "If Snape comes here in this house, I'd turn him into powder," he hissed. "If one of you ever do this to me again, I would also turn you into powder. If anyone else is trying to hurt me, then Merlin save his soul."
"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrr ...shit"
"I hate this hellhole," he roared.
The girls looked shakily and scared at the enflamed boy.
Harry focused on the house, which started to groan immediately.
"I, Harry James Potter, take control of this house. You do as I say, because I am your master," he screamed.
The groaning of the house became more obvious and the sound of tearing wood became noticeable.
"I, Harry James Potter, command you to do my bidding," Harry continued to scream to the house.
Everything around the group started to vibrate.
"You do what I say, or I destroy you!" Harry barked. His face was distorted, his eyes were slits, and burning green fire came from Harry's fingers, hitting the walls of the house.
The house shook ... sounds of falling stones and other materials upstairs could be heard. The girls started to scream; they were afraid for their lives and expected the house to fall on their heads.
The magical eruption from Harry became more intense. Now Harry started to glow ... half-transparent mist appeared ... surrounding him. The girls looked wide-eyed to the embittered and enraged boy, fighting a magical house, moaning and cracking everywhere.
"I commaaaaaaaaaaaaand and you listen"
The house was instantly quiet. Nothing moved. The girls could hardly breathe because of fear to stir Harry or the house. Total quietness was everywhere.
The noise of falling house-elf heads was very noticeable, smells of decay were replaced by a burning smell, the lights from the gas lamps were changed somehow ... they burned suddenly much clearer. Shadows in the kitchen disappeared, and cobwebs which were always there, turned into nothing! Panicking spiders were running for their lives before they were burned. Peeling wallpaper was burned instantly, and replaced by light crème wallpaper, looking new. A dust wind blew over the floors, taking all the embedded dirt with it.
Portraits everywhere in the house dropped on the ground, destroyed. The portrait of Mrs. Black was burned instantly, leaving nothing on the wall then some black spots. Carpets were burning into nothing, and immediately replaced with rich and new looking ones in light pastel colors. Curtains were burned as well, replaced by much nicer and lighter curtains.
New lights appeared in the kitchen; the old gloomy kitchen was gone and replaced by a much nicer kitchen with cupboards and new closets. Sounds could be heard through the entire house, when the old, filthy presence of the old was being replaced by the new.
"This house is mine," Harry bellowed, satisfied. He sat down on his chair and looked around.
"Nobody enters this house anymore without my knowing. Do not allow any entry, except when I say differently." Harry smirked. He stood up again, and walked to the far wall of the kitchen. He concentrated shortly, and a fireplace appeared in the wall. He pointed his hand towards the fireplace. A fire appeared instantly, giving welcome heath in the cold kitchen.
He turned towards the girls and looked to Hermione. "I don't know what happened but I feel much more powerful then ever. I feel my magic streaming through me, is that normal?"
Hermione was very afraid. She was afraid for her life and for the fate that was waiting for her. She heard what Harry asked her, but she was not sure how she would respond to him.
"I don't know ... I don't feel any difference. I don't feel magic like what you said," she said humbly.
Harry smirked again.
"You know girls, let's have some fun together," he said with a smile.
"Lavender, I know you want to be rich, you are rich, because you are going to share my vaults, and there is more then you will ever be able to spend. Hermione, you want to continue studying, we have enough money to hire any teacher jerk in the world to teach you anything you want. Ginny, I am here, and we are bonded together, like the rest. If you want to share my bed, you're always welcome. Daphne, you are very good looking ... no ... beautiful. I do not know what you want in your life but when there is something you want, and I can give, tell me. Millicent and Pansy, I don't know what you want, but if there is anything I can do to help, you tell me and I'll do what ever I can." I don't know about you girls, but I am going to bed," Harry said. He went upstairs and took a room to sleep.
The girls looked at each other flabbergasted.
"Is Potter always like this?" asked Millicent.
"No, he was never like this. It is the first time I ever saw him acting like what he did," Ginny said. She was smiling now. "You heard what the man said; I am going upstairs and sleep with him. You all stay here or sleep, that is your business," she said.
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Harry was standing in front of the mirror, when Ginny came into the room. She immediately came to him and hugged him sideways.
"I want that you make love with me in any way you like, Harry. What ever it is, I will accept. Maybe you don't want to punish us anymore, but punish me for what I did to you," she whispered in his ear. She grabbed his arm, and she moved to the old-fashioned bed in the middle of the room, and laid down, pulling Harry with her.
He took Ginny's left hand and pulled it towards the post in the corner; using his belt, he bound her wrist to the post. Before she could really react, he duplicated the feat with her other hand and Ginny was stretched out on her back, not able to move much.
"What are you doing, Harry?" He did not respond. He did, however, move to the far end of the bed and secure her ankles, forcing her to lay flat on her back. "Harry, what are you doing," she asked, a slight amount of fear evident in her voice. Harry just grinned.
He started to unbutton her shirt slowly, starting from the top button, working his way down. It was very clear what he was doing. All buttons of her shirt were undone now, and he opened it. Her red-laced bra was visible to him. He held out his hand, and a small knife was in his hand. He moved the knife towards her chest and paused. Ginny stiffened ... not sure what he was doing ... fear was in her eyes.
He made assuring noises ... "I only want to open your bra," he said softly.
The knife went to the foreside of the bra ... between her skin and the bra. With one sawing movement, the foreside of her bra broke and came loose. Immediately she felt cold air over her sensible breasts. Harry kissed the erect nipples softly. Then he moved over to her trousers, opened the button, and unzipped the fly. He grabbed her by the hips, and pulled the trousers down ...over her hips and legs. He unbound one leg, and stripped the material down off her leg. He bound the leg and repeated it with the other leg, before it was bound again.
She was wearing only her slip. He took his little knife again and cut both sides of the slip ... he grabbed the foreside of the slip, and pulled it off. She was completely naked in front of him on bed, arms and legs bound, not able to move and absolutely helpless.
Harry waved his hand, and the cold disappeared ... replaced with warm sweet smelling air. Harry was touching her, but only with his tongue and lips. He began at her neck and ears, barely touching her, his breath raising her skin to heights of sensitivity. She would wiggle and squirm, but there was no escaping his onslaught.
He moved along, pausing from time to time and place to place as he found something interesting. He discovered a very sensitive spot on her nipples and his gentle licks almost caused an orgasm. Ginny moaned and twisted, trying to escape.
She knew what was coming, but still could not stop him. He moved his lips away and just tickled her nipples using his tongue. The slightest touch was too much, and her screams only seemed to inspire him to do more.
As he trailed his kisses across her stomach, she began to ache. She screamed for him to stop, but he ignored her, continuing his sensual assault. He kissed his way to one side and started down her leg, slowly...ever so slowly working to the inside and most sensitive skin. She could feel her hormones rising higher. Finally, for the first time, Harry touched her with his hands, gently spreading her opening.
With just his touch, she climaxed, but Harry still did not stop. He began exploring with his tongue, touching her second lips, listening as her breathing went from labored to gasping.
Ginny was completely gone, her brain focused only on her sense of his licking and touching. Her arousal was overpowering her ... it consumed her.
Harry began to focus his touches on her growing clitoris. She screamed with every breath as wave after wave of feelings, of ecstasy, buried in her brain.
Her entire body was covered with sweat as she worked harder and harder to handle the waves of ecstasy, which were pounding her brain. She had become, for lack of a better description, a living orgasm.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry began to slow a little. As he eased off, she slowly began to recover, but the trip down from the mountaintop was a long one. After several minutes, she finally found she could breathe slightly easier. Harry had moved his face to hers, kissing her gently repeatedly and whispering to her, words she could barely distinguish, telling her how much he wanted her ... telling her how much he cared. His finger traced funny little circles on her stomach and breasts, finger-painting lines in the sweat that covered her skin.
Eventually, when she was almost back to the world, Harry released the bonds and allowed her to move for the first time. She did not immediately realize she was free but eventually discovered her arms could move if she told them to. She looked at him. He looked longingly to her body, but said and did nothing further.
"Harry, I want you to fuck me, be it hard and fast pounding or slow and sensual gliding, but I want you to come in me. Do not worry about me - worry only about your own pleasure."
He smiled at her, and hesitated. "Are you sure, Ginny?"
"Yes"
He undressed him self very fast. He threw his t-shirt over his head on the ground. His jeans followed fast and his underpants dropped off.
He waved his hand over her crotch ... her crotch glowed faintly blue before it disappeared. "No babies," Harry whispered.
Ginny's eyes went wide. His member was large and overwhelming looking. He came to her, and kissed her ... his tongue playing with hers, ribbing her teeth, fighting her tongue. His hand touched her lower lips and played with the clit ... waves of pleasure traveled throughout her body, warmth in her underbelly and her crotch was in flames.
He entered her slowly. She could feel her body pulling at him, trying to keep him inside. He smiled and pulled out slightly. She marveled that she could feel his rapid heartbeat as it made his cock throb furiously. He pulled almost completely out before beginning the slow thrust back to deep within her body. His speed picked up slightly with each thrust but remained slow and delightful.
She felt the burn begin at her clit and spread through her, followed by the tightening, coiling feeling below her navel. For the first time, she felt her core begin to pulse against him, trying to pull the release he had not yet gotten to deep inside her. The pleasure tore through her, though, and washed away any conscious thought as she thrust against him, fighting hard to drive him even deeper into her than he already was. All she knew was that she could feel her hips crashing.
Harry was grinning madly, his cock agonizing madly inside her. He began to thrust in deeply at that point, and Ginny gasp out, "Oh Harry!" as another orgasm tore through her immediately behind the last one. The slapping sound from their bodies was more violently than before.
Ginny felt him swell inside her, and then the clock started as the long awaited explosion happened. Harry pressed against her as tightly as he could as his throbbing organ fired pulse after pulse of his release deep inside her.
Finally, he seemed to stop pulsing inside her, settling down to the throbbing heartbeat she enjoyed so much. She wrapped herself around him again and let him pant in her ear for a time. She could feel him softening. She realized that he was about to speak, so she stopped him.
"Harry, I say this truthfully... I never was in heaven, but this was heavenly. I would love that you make love with me every morning when I wake up and every evening before I go to sleep."
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"What do you think Ginny is doing upstairs? " Lavender asked puzzled.
"What do you think," asked Pansy. "Maybe they are playing wizard's chess."
"Wizard's chess" Lavender repeated stupidly.
"They are fucking now," Daphne said huskily. "They have much better ideas then we have. You can say what ever you want about the Weasley girl, she takes what she wants."
"What do you mean," Hermione said.
"What I mean is that we are six women here. We are bonded to one man. What does it sound like? It sounds like that we are in a harem, and there is always an alpha woman in the harem. It looks like the Weasley girl is consummating her position in the harem," Daphne said with a smirk.
"I think I will follow the Weasley girl. She will never be as good in bed as I am," Daphne continued smirking.
"How do you know that, Daphne?" Pansy asked drawling. "I thought you said that you were still a virgin."
"Yes, I was, but that does not mean that I can't have sex with a boy, not? I know things about boys ... Harry will faint in ecstasy. "
"You heard Harry. He will not punish us. It is a good idea to let it be as it is, otherwise he might change his mind, when there would be five horny woman attacking him ... again," Pansy said.
"I want to talk about something else. He said that he is rich. How rich is he?" Pansy looked at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione sighed. "He is the richest wizard in the world," she said.
Gasps were heard all around her.
"The richest in the world?" repeated Daphne.
"Now I understand Snape and his master. They wanted to milk Harry ... they wanted to get his fortunes. How do you know that he is the richest wizard in the world?" Millicent asked.
Hermione looked surprised to the ugly girl.
"He came to me with his bank statements from Gringotts. He did not understand them well, and asked for my help. I did help him by going over all his papers. When he was sixteen years old, he got the inheritances from his parents, and from the Blacks and from the Gryffindors. He is also the head of the families Potter, Black and Gryffindor. He owns the majority in many wizarding and muggle companies, he owns streets in Dagon Alley, he owns many castles, manors and other houses everywhere in the world. The cash money in his twelve vaults counts more then four billion Galleons. He also owns many debts from many companies and people. He owns virtually the Ministry of Magic, because they borrowed heavily from the Potter's fortunes over all the years. The Gringotts managed his accounts wonderfully. Many governments in the muggle world borrowed immense amount of monies from him over all the years that he was under aged. He is financially speaking, the most powerful man in the world."
Everyone was shocked into silence.
Millicent nodded suddenly. "Now I understand you better, Hermione. You did not want to go to Dumbledore, but you wanted a piece of the cake."
Millicent looked thoughtfully to Hermione. "For a Gryffindor, you did very well," Millicent said approvingly.
Pansy smiled suddenly. "Our futures do not look so depressing anymore. Without knowing, Snape gave us a present from heaven, let us cultivate it. If I am bound to this man with such possibilities, I want to enjoy it."
Millicent and Daphne smiled. "I agree," Daphne said. "What about you, Hermione and Lavender?"
Both girls were looking at each other, and turned as one to Daphne. "Let us do it all together. How do we start?"
"By asking him to be his queens," asked Pansy.
"How do you know that?" asked Lavender unbelievingly.
"I talked to him," Pansy said. "I know I am not pretty ... I am downright ugly. He promised to make me pretty. A guy like him could do a lot for a girl like me; he might even manage to make me feel pretty."
All girls sat down thoughtfully after Pansy's words.
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Harry and Ginny walked into the kitchen, holding each other hands. Harry froze ... what he saw in front of him, he would never expect to see. He was also aware of the wonderful smells coming from the gas stove. All the girls were busy cooking!
They turned to him and all of them smiled! Harry's eyes narrowed. "What is going on over here?" he asked.
Millicent was finishing covering a huge caramel pudding with whipped cream. "We talked with each other, and we discovered that you are the richest man on earth. We want that you make us your queens."
She took a box with cherries and continued with her pudding by placing the cherries on top of it, on the whipped cream. Harry stared intently at the pudding, then at Millicent again. He licked his lips.
"Queens?" he asked, his eyes not leaving the pudding.
"Queens," smiled Millicent wickedly. "The love of a man goes through his stomach," she finished satisfied.
He looked to the other girls in the kitchen. Pansy was busy with the bread, Hermione was busy with the meat, and they were looking at him expectantly while working.
Daphne was finishing a huge whipped cream tort, and Lavender came out of the closet with dishes and plates.
"We can have house elves do what you girls are doing," Harry said amused.
"No, they can't do what we are cooking," Lavender said. "They are not able to cook my mother's receipts, ever. And we tried at home many times."
"Shall we eat," Ginny said loudly, licking her lips audibly.
Harry smiled widely. "A peace offering ... that I appreciate very much. Let us all go to Diagon Alley after this wonderful feast, what do you all say?"
Everyone agreed.
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A/N: Next chapter: Gringotts, home shopping and spending a lot of money
A/N: Beta reader is Merlani
A/N: Beta reader is Merlani
A/N: This chapter: Gringotts, peace offerings in various forms
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A/N: Last scene from the previous chapter:
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When Harry was eating, he could hear Hermione shifting loudly in her chair.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"We did not finish the cleaning of the house. We did not finish the third floor."
"You continue to clean the third floor tomorrow. Tonight, I want to have Daphne and Lavender in my bed. The rest of you sleep in your own beds."
All noise died down, and it was very quiet around the table. Harry was continuing to eat ... and looked up.
"What?"
Nobody said anything. Hermione and Ginny were looking uncomfortable.
"You really think that your punishment is finished?" Harry asked, looking to the two girls.
They shook their heads and stared at their plates.
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The atmosphere in the kitchen was terrible. All the girls were looking sad and depressed, nobody said anything, and the quietness was heavy. Harry was still eating, but there was no pleasure in his heart.
He also felt very bad; ordering the girls around was dreadful and against his nature. He wanted to have revenge on the girls; he wanted to let them suffer. He wanted to scare them, to humiliate them. But did he really want that?
They scared him, they humiliated him, and they violated him. Why not do the same to them?
On the other side, they were bound to him ... forever. If he would have his revenge, what would he do in ten years time? This depended of course on the fact that he would survive his ordeals.
What about the pain the girls caused him? He still felt terrible about the whole thing. Of all girls in Hogwarts, Hermione would be the last he would expect to hurt him in this way ... she raped him, for Merlin's sake. How could she rape him?
On the other side, she gave him her womanhood in order to save him from a fate beyond imagination. She and Ginny saved him against enslavement from the Slytherin girls and then of course Voldemort.
He thought back about his talk with Pansy. That girl was not a bad girl, but a lonely, desperate girl, abused because of the way she looks, shunned because they thought she was stupid, and because she was a girl.
He did not know Daphne so well. There were only a few times he spoke to her in all the years he was in Hogwarts. The girl was a beauty. She was cunning and bright, and she could control herself very well. She had a good future ahead of her, but that future was now gone. She was bound to him, and if Voldemort would have his way, the girl would be tainted.
Then there was Millicent Bulstrode. He knew that the Bulstrode family was very wealthy and rich. The Bulstrode family was active in mining and had a long history. The pure blood family was also very active in rare books. They owned a lot of bookshops and libraries in the world. He never spoke to the girl. She would always stand aside from Draco Malfoy and her friends, only laughing, but never more active in the taunting of others.
Harry looked up to the girls, who were still strangely quiet and staring at the kitchen table. He saw a pale Lavender Brown, the girl who loved clothing and makeup. The girl he never would have expected to have sadistical treats in her, but that girl had raped him with a lot of pleasure.
Did he want to rape the girls? Did he want to humiliate them? Did he want to do the same as they did with him? Did he want to continue living like this? There would be no end; it would be always like this. He would be the master and they would be his slaves. What a terrible prospect.
"Why did you rape me, Hermione?"
Hermione's tear stricken face looked up to Harry.
"I thought it was the only way to save you, Harry," she said.
"By raping me?" he answered unbelievably.
"There was no other way. The only other option we had was to go to professor Dumbledore and tell him. But he would also be powerless, and there would be nothing what could be done but join the Slytherins," she said with a small voice.
Harry was staring at her, and Hermione felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.
"I don't think so," Harry said.
He looked pensive for a moment.
"Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne had no choice. I suspect that they were chosen by Snape."
He looked to the three Slytherin girls, who were nodding sadly.
"But the three of you had that choice. Lavender wanted to have my money."
He looked to Lavender who nodded sadly as well. She did not meet his eyes, but continued to look fixedly at the table.
"Ginny had always had a crush on me, and the idea of a rape was foreign for her. She wanted to shag the Harry Potter. However, you knew what rape was, Hermione. You were under the pressure of time, but you made that decision anyhow."
Hermione started to cry again. "I know. I should have alarmed professor Dumbledore, and not continued with the scheme to rape you," she wailed.
"Now we all are in the same position and all of us together."
Harry looked at his food on his plate. "I am not hungry anymore. Those punishment ideas ... forget it. I am not good at playing the master-slave game anyhow. I will not release my last command to you girls, because I do not trust you with that. I will never abuse that command if I can help it, unless it is needed."
Harry laughed bitterly.
"Who would have thought that I would own a harem? Who would have thought that I would be bound to six so lovely girls? Who would have thought that I would live in such lovely house? I did my job, damn it. I did not hurt anyone. I did not kill, maim, or hurt anyone. And one grandiose walking joke of a potion master feels that he needed to hurt me? When everything is over, what happens then? Are the bad guys going to be punished?
I tell you ... they will. Is the victim safe and well? No, he is punished as well! In addition, here I am sitting between six so lovely and innocent girls, in a nice and beautiful house. Life is so full of shit."
Harry's magic was whirling around him, and his eyes were enflamed. "I've had enough of it," he screamed. He stood up suddenly; he moved his hands up into the sky.
"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrr"
Wave after wave of his magic started to stream out of him. "If Snape comes here in this house, I'd turn him into powder," he hissed. "If one of you ever do this to me again, I would also turn you into powder. If anyone else is trying to hurt me, then Merlin save his soul."
"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrr ...shit"
"I hate this hellhole," he roared.
The girls looked shakily and scared at the enflamed boy.
Harry focused on the house, which started to groan immediately.
"I, Harry James Potter, take control of this house. You do as I say, because I am your master," he screamed.
The groaning of the house became more obvious and the sound of tearing wood became noticeable.
"I, Harry James Potter, command you to do my bidding," Harry continued to scream to the house.
Everything around the group started to vibrate.
"You do what I say, or I destroy you!" Harry barked. His face was distorted, his eyes were slits, and burning green fire came from Harry's fingers, hitting the walls of the house.
The house shook ... sounds of falling stones and other materials upstairs could be heard. The girls started to scream; they were afraid for their lives and expected the house to fall on their heads.
The magical eruption from Harry became more intense. Now Harry started to glow ... half-transparent mist appeared ... surrounding him. The girls looked wide-eyed to the embittered and enraged boy, fighting a magical house, moaning and cracking everywhere.
"I commaaaaaaaaaaaaand and you listen"
The house was instantly quiet. Nothing moved. The girls could hardly breathe because of fear to stir Harry or the house. Total quietness was everywhere.
The noise of falling house-elf heads was very noticeable, smells of decay were replaced by a burning smell, the lights from the gas lamps were changed somehow ... they burned suddenly much clearer. Shadows in the kitchen disappeared, and cobwebs which were always there, turned into nothing! Panicking spiders were running for their lives before they were burned. Peeling wallpaper was burned instantly, and replaced by light crème wallpaper, looking new. A dust wind blew over the floors, taking all the embedded dirt with it.
Portraits everywhere in the house dropped on the ground, destroyed. The portrait of Mrs. Black was burned instantly, leaving nothing on the wall then some black spots. Carpets were burning into nothing, and immediately replaced with rich and new looking ones in light pastel colors. Curtains were burned as well, replaced by much nicer and lighter curtains.
New lights appeared in the kitchen; the old gloomy kitchen was gone and replaced by a much nicer kitchen with cupboards and new closets. Sounds could be heard through the entire house, when the old, filthy presence of the old was being replaced by the new.
"This house is mine," Harry bellowed, satisfied. He sat down on his chair and looked around.
"Nobody enters this house anymore without my knowing. Do not allow any entry, except when I say differently." Harry smirked. He stood up again, and walked to the far wall of the kitchen. He concentrated shortly, and a fireplace appeared in the wall. He pointed his hand towards the fireplace. A fire appeared instantly, giving welcome heath in the cold kitchen.
He turned towards the girls and looked to Hermione. "I don't know what happened but I feel much more powerful then ever. I feel my magic streaming through me, is that normal?"
Hermione was very afraid. She was afraid for her life and for the fate that was waiting for her. She heard what Harry asked her, but she was not sure how she would respond to him.
"I don't know ... I don't feel any difference. I don't feel magic like what you said," she said humbly.
Harry smirked again.
"You know girls, let's have some fun together," he said with a smile.
"Lavender, I know you want to be rich, you are rich, because you are going to share my vaults, and there is more then you will ever be able to spend. Hermione, you want to continue studying, we have enough money to hire any teacher jerk in the world to teach you anything you want. Ginny, I am here, and we are bonded together, like the rest. If you want to share my bed, you're always welcome. Daphne, you are very good looking ... no ... beautiful. I do not know what you want in your life but when there is something you want, and I can give, tell me. Millicent and Pansy, I don't know what you want, but if there is anything I can do to help, you tell me and I'll do what ever I can." I don't know about you girls, but I am going to bed," Harry said. He went upstairs and took a room to sleep.
The girls looked at each other flabbergasted.
"Is Potter always like this?" asked Millicent.
"No, he was never like this. It is the first time I ever saw him acting like what he did," Ginny said. She was smiling now. "You heard what the man said; I am going upstairs and sleep with him. You all stay here or sleep, that is your business," she said.
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Harry was standing in front of the mirror, when Ginny came into the room. She immediately came to him and hugged him sideways.
"I want that you make love with me in any way you like, Harry. What ever it is, I will accept. Maybe you don't want to punish us anymore, but punish me for what I did to you," she whispered in his ear. She grabbed his arm, and she moved to the old-fashioned bed in the middle of the room, and laid down, pulling Harry with her.
He took Ginny's left hand and pulled it towards the post in the corner; using his belt, he bound her wrist to the post. Before she could really react, he duplicated the feat with her other hand and Ginny was stretched out on her back, not able to move much.
"What are you doing, Harry?" He did not respond. He did, however, move to the far end of the bed and secure her ankles, forcing her to lay flat on her back. "Harry, what are you doing," she asked, a slight amount of fear evident in her voice. Harry just grinned.
He started to unbutton her shirt slowly, starting from the top button, working his way down. It was very clear what he was doing. All buttons of her shirt were undone now, and he opened it. Her red-laced bra was visible to him. He held out his hand, and a small knife was in his hand. He moved the knife towards her chest and paused. Ginny stiffened ... not sure what he was doing ... fear was in her eyes.
He made assuring noises ... "I only want to open your bra," he said softly.
The knife went to the foreside of the bra ... between her skin and the bra. With one sawing movement, the foreside of her bra broke and came loose. Immediately she felt cold air over her sensible breasts. Harry kissed the erect nipples softly. Then he moved over to her trousers, opened the button, and unzipped the fly. He grabbed her by the hips, and pulled the trousers down ...over her hips and legs. He unbound one leg, and stripped the material down off her leg. He bound the leg and repeated it with the other leg, before it was bound again.
She was wearing only her slip. He took his little knife again and cut both sides of the slip ... he grabbed the foreside of the slip, and pulled it off. She was completely naked in front of him on bed, arms and legs bound, not able to move and absolutely helpless.
Harry waved his hand, and the cold disappeared ... replaced with warm sweet smelling air. Harry was touching her, but only with his tongue and lips. He began at her neck and ears, barely touching her, his breath raising her skin to heights of sensitivity. She would wiggle and squirm, but there was no escaping his onslaught.
He moved along, pausing from time to time and place to place as he found something interesting. He discovered a very sensitive spot on her nipples and his gentle licks almost caused an orgasm. Ginny moaned and twisted, trying to escape.
She knew what was coming, but still could not stop him. He moved his lips away and just tickled her nipples using his tongue. The slightest touch was too much, and her screams only seemed to inspire him to do more.
As he trailed his kisses across her stomach, she began to ache. She screamed for him to stop, but he ignored her, continuing his sensual assault. He kissed his way to one side and started down her leg, slowly...ever so slowly working to the inside and most sensitive skin. She could feel her hormones rising higher. Finally, for the first time, Harry touched her with his hands, gently spreading her opening.
With just his touch, she climaxed, but Harry still did not stop. He began exploring with his tongue, touching her second lips, listening as her breathing went from labored to gasping.
Ginny was completely gone, her brain focused only on her sense of his licking and touching. Her arousal was overpowering her ... it consumed her.
Harry began to focus his touches on her growing clitoris. She screamed with every breath as wave after wave of feelings, of ecstasy, buried in her brain.
Her entire body was covered with sweat as she worked harder and harder to handle the waves of ecstasy, which were pounding her brain. She had become, for lack of a better description, a living orgasm.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry began to slow a little. As he eased off, she slowly began to recover, but the trip down from the mountaintop was a long one. After several minutes, she finally found she could breathe slightly easier. Harry had moved his face to hers, kissing her gently repeatedly and whispering to her, words she could barely distinguish, telling her how much he wanted her ... telling her how much he cared. His finger traced funny little circles on her stomach and breasts, finger-painting lines in the sweat that covered her skin.
Eventually, when she was almost back to the world, Harry released the bonds and allowed her to move for the first time. She did not immediately realize she was free but eventually discovered her arms could move if she told them to. She looked at him. He looked longingly to her body, but said and did nothing further.
"Harry, I want you to fuck me, be it hard and fast pounding or slow and sensual gliding, but I want you to come in me. Do not worry about me - worry only about your own pleasure."
He smiled at her, and hesitated. "Are you sure, Ginny?"
"Yes"
He undressed him self very fast. He threw his t-shirt over his head on the ground. His jeans followed fast and his underpants dropped off.
He waved his hand over her crotch ... her crotch glowed faintly blue before it disappeared. "No babies," Harry whispered.
Ginny's eyes went wide. His member was large and overwhelming looking. He came to her, and kissed her ... his tongue playing with hers, ribbing her teeth, fighting her tongue. His hand touched her lower lips and played with the clit ... waves of pleasure traveled throughout her body, warmth in her underbelly and her crotch was in flames.
He entered her slowly. She could feel her body pulling at him, trying to keep him inside. He smiled and pulled out slightly. She marveled that she could feel his rapid heartbeat as it made his cock throb furiously. He pulled almost completely out before beginning the slow thrust back to deep within her body. His speed picked up slightly with each thrust but remained slow and delightful.
She felt the burn begin at her clit and spread through her, followed by the tightening, coiling feeling below her navel. For the first time, she felt her core begin to pulse against him, trying to pull the release he had not yet gotten to deep inside her. The pleasure tore through her, though, and washed away any conscious thought as she thrust against him, fighting hard to drive him even deeper into her than he already was. All she knew was that she could feel her hips crashing.
Harry was grinning madly, his cock agonizing madly inside her. He began to thrust in deeply at that point, and Ginny gasp out, "Oh Harry!" as another orgasm tore through her immediately behind the last one. The slapping sound from their bodies was more violently than before.
Ginny felt him swell inside her, and then the clock started as the long awaited explosion happened. Harry pressed against her as tightly as he could as his throbbing organ fired pulse after pulse of his release deep inside her.
Finally, he seemed to stop pulsing inside her, settling down to the throbbing heartbeat she enjoyed so much. She wrapped herself around him again and let him pant in her ear for a time. She could feel him softening. She realized that he was about to speak, so she stopped him.
"Harry, I say this truthfully... I never was in heaven, but this was heavenly. I would love that you make love with me every morning when I wake up and every evening before I go to sleep."
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"What do you think Ginny is doing upstairs? " Lavender asked puzzled.
"What do you think," asked Pansy. "Maybe they are playing wizard's chess."
"Wizard's chess" Lavender repeated stupidly.
"They are fucking now," Daphne said huskily. "They have much better ideas then we have. You can say what ever you want about the Weasley girl, she takes what she wants."
"What do you mean," Hermione said.
"What I mean is that we are six women here. We are bonded to one man. What does it sound like? It sounds like that we are in a harem, and there is always an alpha woman in the harem. It looks like the Weasley girl is consummating her position in the harem," Daphne said with a smirk.
"I think I will follow the Weasley girl. She will never be as good in bed as I am," Daphne continued smirking.
"How do you know that, Daphne?" Pansy asked drawling. "I thought you said that you were still a virgin."
"Yes, I was, but that does not mean that I can't have sex with a boy, not? I know things about boys ... Harry will faint in ecstasy. "
"You heard Harry. He will not punish us. It is a good idea to let it be as it is, otherwise he might change his mind, when there would be five horny woman attacking him ... again," Pansy said.
"I want to talk about something else. He said that he is rich. How rich is he?" Pansy looked at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione sighed. "He is the richest wizard in the world," she said.
Gasps were heard all around her.
"The richest in the world?" repeated Daphne.
"Now I understand Snape and his master. They wanted to milk Harry ... they wanted to get his fortunes. How do you know that he is the richest wizard in the world?" Millicent asked.
Hermione looked surprised to the ugly girl.
"He came to me with his bank statements from Gringotts. He did not understand them well, and asked for my help. I did help him by going over all his papers. When he was sixteen years old, he got the inheritances from his parents, and from the Blacks and from the Gryffindors. He is also the head of the families Potter, Black and Gryffindor. He owns the majority in many wizarding and muggle companies, he owns streets in Dagon Alley, he owns many castles, manors and other houses everywhere in the world. The cash money in his twelve vaults counts more then four billion Galleons. He also owns many debts from many companies and people. He owns virtually the Ministry of Magic, because they borrowed heavily from the Potter's fortunes over all the years. The Gringotts managed his accounts wonderfully. Many governments in the muggle world borrowed immense amount of monies from him over all the years that he was under aged. He is financially speaking, the most powerful man in the world."
Everyone was shocked into silence.
Millicent nodded suddenly. "Now I understand you better, Hermione. You did not want to go to Dumbledore, but you wanted a piece of the cake."
Millicent looked thoughtfully to Hermione. "For a Gryffindor, you did very well," Millicent said approvingly.
Pansy smiled suddenly. "Our futures do not look so depressing anymore. Without knowing, Snape gave us a present from heaven, let us cultivate it. If I am bound to this man with such possibilities, I want to enjoy it."
Millicent and Daphne smiled. "I agree," Daphne said. "What about you, Hermione and Lavender?"
Both girls were looking at each other, and turned as one to Daphne. "Let us do it all together. How do we start?"
"By asking him to be his queens," asked Pansy.
"How do you know that?" asked Lavender unbelievingly.
"I talked to him," Pansy said. "I know I am not pretty ... I am downright ugly. He promised to make me pretty. A guy like him could do a lot for a girl like me; he might even manage to make me feel pretty."
All girls sat down thoughtfully after Pansy's words.
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Harry and Ginny walked into the kitchen, holding each other hands. Harry froze ... what he saw in front of him, he would never expect to see. He was also aware of the wonderful smells coming from the gas stove. All the girls were busy cooking!
They turned to him and all of them smiled! Harry's eyes narrowed. "What is going on over here?" he asked.
Millicent was finishing covering a huge caramel pudding with whipped cream. "We talked with each other, and we discovered that you are the richest man on earth. We want that you make us your queens."
She took a box with cherries and continued with her pudding by placing the cherries on top of it, on the whipped cream. Harry stared intently at the pudding, then at Millicent again. He licked his lips.
"Queens?" he asked, his eyes not leaving the pudding.
"Queens," smiled Millicent wickedly. "The love of a man goes through his stomach," she finished satisfied.
He looked to the other girls in the kitchen. Pansy was busy with the bread, Hermione was busy with the meat, and they were looking at him expectantly while working.
Daphne was finishing a huge whipped cream tort, and Lavender came out of the closet with dishes and plates.
"We can have house elves do what you girls are doing," Harry said amused.
"No, they can't do what we are cooking," Lavender said. "They are not able to cook my mother's receipts, ever. And we tried at home many times."
"Shall we eat," Ginny said loudly, licking her lips audibly.
Harry smiled widely. "A peace offering ... that I appreciate very much. Let us all go to Diagon Alley after this wonderful feast, what do you all say?"
Everyone agreed.
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A/N: Next chapter: Gringotts, home shopping and spending a lot of money
A/N: Beta reader is Merlani
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